Lillith
08-29-10, 04:14 PM
There was a time in everyone's life when a woman came to understand herself. Lately, Lillith's desire to achieve that same level of comprehension had reached fever pitch, and she had taken to discovery like a fish to water. The propensity to dream, however, often came with lavish and scrupulous moments of insanity - inflexions of madness driven by greed, desire and love.
With a sultry kick to her step, she strolled into Madame Sayuri's boutique on the long and dust ridden bazaar street in Tokyun, and bowed as was the custom. The heart of her village had turned in the fold of time badly over the years, and the once colourful markets where drab merchant hovels and ancient, rusted nail shacks now. Only the clothing shop she had brought her first kimono in stood resplendent in the last of the evening sun, a testament to the strength of culture and honour.
There were many purchases she wished to make in the last days of her journey, all inspired by the visions and testaments to her trials in the caverns below the cliffs and the plains riddled with Kami and ghosts. She bowed politely to the attendant and slid across the polished floor towards the counter. Her face was a ghostly image of serenity in the twilight, smiling and honour bound until she rested her hands on the mahogany surface that acted as barrier and sales tool.
"Good evening, I come in search of items I understand you posses. Rather simply, I first desire a porcelain fox mask, in the kitsune style, lavish and painted with a red stripe which ends in a circle on the brow, and delicate black scroll work on the ears and cheeks."
With a sultry kick to her step, she strolled into Madame Sayuri's boutique on the long and dust ridden bazaar street in Tokyun, and bowed as was the custom. The heart of her village had turned in the fold of time badly over the years, and the once colourful markets where drab merchant hovels and ancient, rusted nail shacks now. Only the clothing shop she had brought her first kimono in stood resplendent in the last of the evening sun, a testament to the strength of culture and honour.
There were many purchases she wished to make in the last days of her journey, all inspired by the visions and testaments to her trials in the caverns below the cliffs and the plains riddled with Kami and ghosts. She bowed politely to the attendant and slid across the polished floor towards the counter. Her face was a ghostly image of serenity in the twilight, smiling and honour bound until she rested her hands on the mahogany surface that acted as barrier and sales tool.
"Good evening, I come in search of items I understand you posses. Rather simply, I first desire a porcelain fox mask, in the kitsune style, lavish and painted with a red stripe which ends in a circle on the brow, and delicate black scroll work on the ears and cheeks."